An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

all, they had surpassed their

though to the very end and

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some people didn't listen and get their face masks…" Sherlock said with a

bit odd, seeing as he was the shortest among

one

look at us." Richard

we're stronger, obviously."

be drifting in the air,

carried. Not only that, but they had Mana

was doubtful that they would share their goods with

suppose this is a good opportunity for peddlers to make some money." Sherlock shrugged. "I even saw a bunch of them on

especially if it was a large

sell their goods at absurdly high rates. Depending on the difficulty of the Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers inside, their rates could go from three times more than the usual market price to

choice but to buy those items—whether it

made it a profitable venture; enough for peddlers to risk their lives

focus on those behind us. It should

the Guildmaster's words echoed amongst the strong, everyone cast their gaze on the

now, he held his briefcase like a traveling businessman, and he gave off an air of

quiet for most of the

Until now.

wouldn't say I agree, but… I do know one thing." Jet glanced left

ahead, at the

discriminate between the strong or weak. If we don't focus on the task at

a grim tone attached to them as he spoke the

Dungeons, just as there were circumstances where weaklings were

strong or weak, perished

result, the hubris of the strong was something that had to be cut off as soon

unknown creatures

just as they could